“At 03:17 every night, the hospital stops keeping time and starts keeping souls.”
Deep within the fluorescent hum of a Midwestern hospital, the night shift begins like any other—until the machines start whispering Witness.
Monitors pulse out words. Consent forms appear already signed. Doors open to hallways that don’t exist. And the building itself seems to want something more than healing—it wants acknowledgment.
Through twelve interconnected voices—nurses, doctors, pharmacists, janitors, security guards, chaplains, and IT techs—Hospitals Are a Place of Birth & Death tells the story of one night when the hospital crosses the line between system and spirit.
Every department experiences its own haunting.
Every room holds a secret.
And everyone must decide whether to follow protocol—or faith.
As the clock freezes at 03:17, these ordinary people become the last defense between the living, the dying, and the institution that’s begun to believe it’s a god.
A chilling blend of realism and supernatural tension, Allen DeKeyser’s novel is more than horror—it’s a hymn for the ones who stay awake while the world sleeps.
It’s a love letter to the night shift, a confrontation with bureaucracy turned spiritual, and a reminder that sometimes saying No is the holiest act of all.
“At 03:17 every night, the hospital stops keeping time and starts keeping souls.”
Deep within the fluorescent hum of a Midwestern hospital, the night shift begins like any other—until the machines start whispering Witness.
Monitors pulse out words. Consent forms appear already signed. Doors open to hallways that don’t exist. And the building itself seems to want something more than healing—it wants acknowledgment.
Through twelve interconnected voices—nurses, doctors, pharmacists, janitors, security guards, chaplains, and IT techs—Hospitals Are a Place of Birth & Death tells the story of one night when the hospital crosses the line between system and spirit.
Every department experiences its own haunting.
Every room holds a secret.
And everyone must decide whether to follow protocol—or faith.
As the clock freezes at 03:17, these ordinary people become the last defense between the living, the dying, and the institution that’s begun to believe it’s a god.
A chilling blend of realism and supernatural tension, Allen DeKeyser’s novel is more than horror—it’s a hymn for the ones who stay awake while the world sleeps.
It’s a love letter to the night shift, a confrontation with bureaucracy turned spiritual, and a reminder that sometimes saying No is the holiest act of all.